[ After his drinking extravaganza with Clarisse, America was distraught to find his Captain America movie wouldn't play anymore. It's only one of three films he's seen in his life and he's still not entirely sure if it's fiction or not, he still enjoyed watching it ten million times.
So when he hears a very familiar voice coming from his tablet, he thinks it's spontaneously started playing again. Yay! But the dialogue isn't familiar, and as he watches, there comes a very slow realization that this is coming from the network.
Captain America is on the network.
A star spangled hero of America is here and talking and physically real.
America presses too quickly to respond and he has absolutely nothing to say except hyperventilating incoherently. He seems to be caught trying to communicate his excitement through every language he knows because his hands fly around in broken ASL, he slurs something that might be mangled German or French, and it's getting to the point where his massive raptor is coming over to shove her face in his hair to make sure he's not fucking dying.
As with most situations in America's life, his horrible shirt is appropriate and reflects the basis of his soul.
Violently shaking his tablet, he finally manages to screech something in English: ]
CAPTAIN AMERICA I'M AMERICA YOUR COUNTRY I LOVE YOU!
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So when he hears a very familiar voice coming from his tablet, he thinks it's spontaneously started playing again. Yay! But the dialogue isn't familiar, and as he watches, there comes a very slow realization that this is coming from the network.
Captain America is on the network.
A star spangled hero of America is here and talking and physically real.
America presses too quickly to respond and he has absolutely nothing to say except hyperventilating incoherently. He seems to be caught trying to communicate his excitement through every language he knows because his hands fly around in broken ASL, he slurs something that might be mangled German or French, and it's getting to the point where his massive raptor is coming over to shove her face in his hair to make sure he's not fucking dying.
As with most situations in America's life, his horrible shirt is appropriate and reflects the basis of his soul.
Violently shaking his tablet, he finally manages to screech something in English: ]
CAPTAIN AMERICA I'M AMERICA YOUR COUNTRY I LOVE YOU!